Old Master Leonard saw that Autumn was relentless and ran out of patience. He bluntly ordered her.
"Forget it, you won't understand. Get that reporter to turn himself in tomorrow and give him more money t o shut his mouth and don’t implicate you. This matter will be settled then."
Autumn's lips trembled slightly. She did not know how to persist and felt helpless.
She clenched her fist, took a deep breath, and could only bow her head and compromise. "Yes, Grandpa. I'll fix it tomorrow."
Seeing that Autumn was still obedient, Old Master Leonard softened his expression and smiled.
"When this matter is over, I'll tell Eric to let you work a t Ferguson Corporation. What can you learn from always being in a small company anyway?"
Autumn smiled miserably. "Okay, I'll listen to you, Grandpa."
The next day.
Nicole got up early in the morning to watch the news.
Those homeowners did not protest, which meant that the statement was the right response and was
effective.
Thus, she had an extraordinarily great appetite in the morning.
Hearing someone knocking on the door, Nicole thought that it was Logan looking for her.
She opened the door with a sandwich in her mouth, and she did not even have time to brush her hair.
As a result, once she opened the door, the person standing at the door was not Logan.
Nicole froze for a moment. The person outside the door smiled at her. His modest and gentle temperament instantly soothed the anxiety she had been feeling for the past few days.
Clayton was wearing a gray sweatsuit and looked like an elite trust fund kid. His outstanding temperament was noble, and he looked a little frivolous.
He stood outside with a smile on his handsome face and his hands in his pockets. "Good morning, Ms.
Stanton."
Nicole was stunned for a moment. She instantly took the sandwich out of her mouth and swallowed it in a few bites.
"W-Why are you here?"
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